God Emperor's Angel of Death

Chapter 110

But on second thought, Bahram was surprised and afraid of his anger.

He turned away, no longer looking at those people, but looking for boys like him.

But no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't see anyone else from the bottom of the nest.

Suddenly, a pair of strong arms hugged him.

"Who!?"

Bahram screamed, attracting nervous laughter from the crowd.

He turned and was ready to beat up the man who dared to annoy him. He was now a little nervous by a great fear.

"Let go of me!"

Roared Bahram, swinging his arm and suddenly turning around.

"Hey! It's me!"

In front of him was Homer's big yellow teeth and bad breath.

"Homer?"

At this time, he noticed that there were almost twenty boys behind Homer. Judging from their temperament and appearance, they should all come from the bottom of the nest.

"This guy's name is Bahram. He's also a nest boy. I carried him from under the cliff to grey cliff town."

Homer turned to the nearest boy, but the boy raised his eyebrows, said he was not interested, and then looked away.

Bahram took a look. The guy's arm was as thick as his calf. On his face with two crossed scars, he had a pair of triangular eyes, which looked particularly ferocious. On his bald head, there was a black snake Tattoo - there was no doubt that he was also the bottom gang of the Laidu.

More importantly, this guy is almost two heads taller than bachram. He seriously suspects that he is over age.

"I heard. Today, tomorrow, the whole week is a trial."

Haomo shared the collected information without stinginess.

"Today is the primary."

"I also heard that the angel will choose 500 people from here and take them to the real place of trial."

Another boy also came forward. He looked a little melancholy, but looking at his fingers bouncing around his waist, Bahram inferred that the man must be a good knife maker.

He once saw a very famous swordsman. When he stood, his fingers would bounce like this.

"After the trial, I don't expect more than 100 people to stay, maybe less."

"Think about how hard it took us to get here. What if we lost the primary?"

Homer shook his head.

"How miserable that should be."

"But it's always better than failing in the trial. At least the people who were eliminated in the primary can survive."

"Will they kill the losers?"

Bahram asked curiously.

"I don't know."

The melancholy boy replied in an uncertain tone:

"But at least those who are eliminated here can go home."

"Then I must not fail."

Hearing Bahram's words, the others laughed dryly.

After a series of hardships, all of them are not as arrogant as before, but they still welcome bakhram to join them.

Bang Bang Bang——

Suddenly, three bells rang and the boys turned their heads.

Just then, the emperor's expressionless face was bathed in the sun like fire.

The bronze gates were opened, and then a beautiful and pure horn sounded, and twenty people in red robes came out of the main hall.

Their faces were all hidden under their hoods, and they chanted carols in strange language. When walking, they spread the smoke of incense around the platform with incense burners.

These people in red robes stood around the platform, standing one person every five yards. When they were all in place, they stopped singing, put their hoods behind them, and revealed a face full of traces of transformation.

"I'm a mechanical priest."

Bahram said in awe, and the whole square was crowded with boys.

Silence fell, and the boys began to kneel one by one until the end

The people in the square knelt on the stone floor.

"Attention."

Homer whispered, and at the same time came out of the main hall.

"The angels are coming."

Only two people came out. One of them was wearing bone white armor and gray robe, with a sky around his shoulder

Velvet ribbon, with a big machine on his right hand.

The other was a giant in black armor, decorated with skeletons, bones and other things symbolizing death.

Bahram was puzzled that they did not wear silver gray armor like the angels they had seen before.

The two men were not only dressed in heavy armor, but also well armed.

The soldier wearing the skeleton mask held a scepter in his hand. The head of the scepter was shaped into a winged skeleton. The one wearing white armor hung a long sword with serrations around his waist.

Both of them had a pistol hanging from their thighs.

They said they were pistols, but they were as big as boys' chests.

Both soldiers are at least two meters and three meters tall, and the armor they wear makes them look taller on this.

As they walked, the metal boots knocked on the stones to make a loud sound, and the armor kept whispering driven by the mysterious soul.

The crisp crash echoed in the square, and finally the angels stopped at the top of the steps.

At the same time, the buzzing servo skeleton began to hover over the crowd, and the man-made eyes kept blinking.

A pair of mechanical cherubs followed, dragging a silk regiment flag.

Finally, they stopped between the emperor's feet and hung the flag over the gate.

Both soldiers wore their helmets.

The soldiers in black armor stood behind, and the soldiers in white armor went forward to convey the news brought by the angels.

"I'm friar balitaem."

The voice of the white armor soldier was conveyed to the end of the crowd through the unfathomable technology in the helmet.

The boys from the bottom of the nest all trembled in fear. The voice was so clear, such as

This is so perfect that some people begin to beg for forgiveness or cry uncontrollably.

"I am the pharmacist of the astral Knights of the astute order."

"Unazdan."

Then the soldier in black armor took over, and his voice was as low as a death knell.

"I am also the pastor of the Astra order, the star knights, and the primary host. I will decide whether you are qualified to go from here to the place of trial. There, our war leader will preside over the final election for you, and most of you will be eliminated."

With that, they scanned the nervous boys with the goggles of their helmets.

Yazdan's eyes stopped briefly on Bahram.

Although the gaze was full of pressure, the boy kept his eyes on it, although he could not feel any emotion.